It's quarter to threeThere's no one in the place, except you and meSo set 'em' up Joe, I've got a little story, you oughta knowWe're drinking my friend to the end of a brief episode

Make it one for my babyAnd one more for the road

I got the routineSo drop another nickel in the machineI'm feeling so bad, I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sadI could tell you a lot but you've gotta be true to your code

Make it one for my babyAnd one more for the road

You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of a poetAnd I've got a lot of things to sayAnd when I'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to meanUntil it's talked away

Well, that's how it goesAnd Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to closeSo thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind, my bending your earThis torch that I found must be drowned or it soon might explode

Make it one for my babyAnd one more for the road

You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of a poetAnd I've got a lot of things to sayAnd when I'm gloomy, you simply got to listen to meUntil it's talked away

Well, that's how it goesAnd Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to closeSo thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind my bending your earThis torch that I found must be drowned or it soon might explode